She decided to end what she had Nobody cared, she wasn't sad She loaded a gun, laid it on her bed Picked it up, and held it to her head Nobody knew what was wrong She was so perfect, seemed so strong She squeezed the gun, gripped it real tight Pulled the trigger, and said good night
Reason for writing:
Someone can look perfect on the outside when in reality they are dieing on the inside.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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